Officer Cooper

“Officer Cooper,” I announced, trying fruitlessly to sound cool and not at all nonplussed. “You’re back.” What the hell? Why didn’t I say something like, “Nice to see you again” or “What can I do for you?

“Yes, Mr. Lawson. After all the excitement today, I thought I’d check and see how you’re doing. You did say you live alone.”

He knows my name. Well, of course, he knows your name, dimwit. He’s just been investigating a crime and surveying the neighborhood. Don’t be such a douche.

That morning, Officer Cooper was wearing his cop face and demeanor along with his uniform. Now, he was still wearing the uniform, but his countenance was much friendlier. When he smiled, it was all I could do to keep from melting.

“Uh, yeah.” Uh, yeah? That’s the best you can do? Invite him in, fucktard. Offer him a drink, suck his cock. Just don’t let him get away.

“So, is everything all right, Mr. Lawson? Would you like me to come in and inspect the premises?”

Would I ever!

“Uh, sure. Come in officer.” Nervously, but subconsciously, I tightened the towel around my waist.

Once again, I had left the porn running on the big screen TV. Oh shit! I scurried for the remote.

“Relax, Mr. Lawson. It’s your home, and I’ve seen it all before.”

Really? I wonder what that means.

With me in tow, he slowly made his way around the house, ending up in my bedroom. I thought nothing of it when he made a show of looking in the closet and behind the curtains, but I took a gulp when he opened the drawer of my night stand where I keep my lube and condoms. I backed against my bed, facing him. He uttered something about everything seeming to be in order as he slowly walked toward me, and with every excruciating step, my dick grew harder. Standing less than 12 inches from me, he looked down, pointed at the growing bulge in my towel, and said, “You know, they say you should call your doctor if you have an erection lasting more than four hours.”

I chuckled nervously and fumbled to secure my towel more tightly, but in my awkwardness, I actually loosened it, and it fell to the floor. He stepped even closer, causing me to fall backward onto the bed.

As I braced myself on my elbows, he leaned forward and rested his hands on either side of me, trapping me as it were. “Like I said, I’ve seen it all before, but I must admit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one quite that magnificent.”

I think I nearly swallowed my tongue trying to come up with a rejoinder, but he hushed me by bringing his lips to mine and kissing me. Before I knew it, his tongue was exploring my mouth. He stopped only long enough to push me flat on my back and throw himself on top of me. Since he was in his uniform, I could feel his gun rubbing against my thigh…and his “other” gun rubbing against my crotch. Kissing me and practically mauling me, he worked up such a fever that I know he would have torn off my clothes if I had been wearing any.

When he finally pulled his face back just a few inches, he looked me straight in the eye and said, “You really should be more careful, Mr. Lawson, about letting strangers into your house.” Again, I swallowed a nervous chuckle, to which he just smiled before kissing me once more.

When he withdrew from my mouth, he did not withdraw his attention, however. He licked my face and neck before working his way down to my sternum and across to my nipples, which he kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled one at a time. Under the pressure of his body against mine, I thought my cock would explode. I tried to throw him off of me—not because I didn’t want him, but because I thought I would suffocate. He would have none of that though. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed. Then, nodding toward the handcuffs dangling from his belt, he said coyly, “Don’t make me have to use these.”

“But I can’t breathe,” I managed to pant out, which was enough to get him to let up…just a little. Then, when he was satisfied that I would be OK, he continued his lick trip down my belly to my navel, my pubes, my dick, and my balls, which he seemed to savor for hours before he returned to my cock.

“Such a beautiful cock,” he whispered. “Too bad you won’t get to use it tonight.”

WHAT? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

And with that he stood up again, removed his gun belt and then his pants belt, and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of his pants, he crawled back on top of me, straddling my chest and teasing me with fluctuations of his jock-strapped crotch in my face. “You really like my package, don’t you? I saw you ogling it this morning. You want it, don’t you?”

Before I could answer, he shoved his pouch in my face and rubbed it all around. I felt his cock blossoming inside his jock strap. The smell as well as the feel slapped my senses to the point that I was getting high on his manliness.

“You like that, don’t you?” he repeated. “You’re dying to see my cock, aren’t you?” Again without waiting for or even expecting a reply (because he knew what the real answer would be), he pulled down the jock strap and let his big dick flip-flop between his belly and my face. Somehow, he managed to remove the jock completely, freeing him to rub his cock and balls all over my face. I tried to resist, but we both knew it was futile. And we both knew how badly I actually wanted it.

He inserted one finger into his mouth to wet it and then brushed it gently across my lips. He hardly had to force my mouth open. It just fell open all by itself, his invitation to insert his big dick. Mmm. It felt and tasted so good. Mmm. Though I had only met him that morning, I felt that I had wanted him forever, so I worshipped his manhood with my mouth. I sucked until I felt his dick pulsate, preparing to explode, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He pulled out and repeated his tongue bath across my chest, abs, and jewels.

He sucked my cock until I was ready to burst, but he stopped just as abruptly as he had pulled his dick out of my mouth. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Not yet.”

Grasping my arm, he rolled me over face down and continued his tongue bath of my back, starting with my neck and working all the way down to my feet. Then came the shocker. I had never felt a man’s tongue on my ass before. I had no concept of what it was like to get rimmed, and I was amazed at how good it felt. The nerve endings around my rosebud danced electrically with the maneuvering of his tongue. I never wanted it to stop, but it did when he reached over to the night stand with the drawer containing my “secrets.”

This was the lube that I used to prepare other men to receive my cock. It had never been applied to my own ass…until then. He slowly dribbled the oil onto my opening like it was Chinese water torture. With one finger, he rubbed it around my hole and then slowly inserted that finger into me. I jumped. No one had ever been in there before. It had always been forbidden territory.

He slowly edged that finger in and out until he hit a nerve…actually, my prostate. I had seen lots of men jump when my cock hit their prostates, but never really comprehended the impact that the touch of that organ could generate.

“Oooh, you like that. I knew you would.”

And with that he inserted a second finger and repeated the manipulation. Then, three fingers. My cock ached so much that I begged him to let me up so that I could jerk off, but he refused. The whole procedure up to that point had been slow and methodical. He had not even worked up a sweat. Yet.

He paused to remove his shirt, and, turning my head, I saw the luscious black fur that carpeted his broad chest with a treasure trail drawing my eyes toward his cock.

With me still lying face down on the bed, he rubbed his dick slowly up and down my crack and then drew circles around the rim of my hole with the tip of his cock. “OK,” he said. (The whole time, he never spoke above a whisper.) “It’s time.” And with that, he entered me—slowly at first, and it hurt like hell. The men I had fucked all explained that the initial entry hurt but that once the muscles relaxed, the sensation was indescribable. They were right. The feeling was beyond anything I could ever have imagined.

Once he felt me relax, he pumped faster and harder, but still I wanted more. I begged him to fuck me faster and deeper. I wanted to feel his balls flapping against my ass, just as I had done so many times with other men, and he was happy to oblige. I wanted him to shoot his seed deep inside me, but at the same time, I didn’t want that feeling to end. But it did. Briefly.

He rolled me over on my back. “You want to watch, don’t you? You want to see this cop fuck your ass.” He already knew the answer, but he taunted me until I begged him to fuck me again.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed and re-entered me, more forcefully than he had before. He fucked hard and fast. But every so often he would slow down and pull his dick out so that only the head remained inside. He taunted me before driving his dick back in as hard and as far as he could. My eyes squinted with the euphoric pain, but during those moments when I could open my eyes, I marveled at the beauty of the man who had taken complete control of me. The sight of his hairy pecs heaving and ebbing like the waves of the ocean hypnotized me. It was a work of art in motion. When he caught me looking, he smiled at me like the cat that had eaten the canary. He was so self-satisfied, and he had every reason to be.

Almost as an act of mercy, he reached down with one hand and gently stroked my cock. I jerked like I had been tased. My cock was so desperate for relief that the mere touch of his hand threw me into orbit.

“Oh, poor baby. It needs some relief, doesn’t it?”

I wanted to scream, “Fuck yeah!” but I knew not to overreact or else he might do just the opposite, prolonging my misery.

“Good boy,” he whispered, like he would have to a puppy. “Good boy.” And with that, he began to pump my shaft with the rhythm of his thrusts. When I could hold it no more, my cock exploded, blasting cum all over my face, chest, and abs. And the contracting of my ass muscles in the process squeezed the life out of him. He launched burst after burst of his seed deep inside me. I could feel them blasting my guts.

With both of us totally wiped out, he collapsed on top of me, resting his cheek against mine. When his dick deflated and my ass could no longer hold it, he withdrew and stood back. I thought he would get dressed and leave, but he did not. He just stood there watching me. Surveying my spent body, which was still flinching with aftershocks from the most violent orgasm I had ever experienced in my life, he smiled like an artist who had just completed his masterpiece.

When he moved, he still did not reach for his clothes. Instead, he circled around to the other side of the bed, grabbed me under the arms, and dragged me to one side of the bed. Then, to my amazement, he climbed over me and lay beside me, resting my head against his chest and wrapping his arm around me. Softly brushing my hair, he whispered. “Go to sleep, baby. Go to sleep.” And I did. I never slept so soundly in my life.

When I woke the morning after Officer Cooper’s visit, I was disappointed, but not surprised, to see that he had slipped away. For a moment, I wondered if I had dreamed the whole episode, but the soreness in my asshole persuaded me otherwise.

I work a rotating schedule, and this was my week to take a Saturday shift, so I showered, dressed, and headed to the warehouse store. “Rough workout?” one of my co-workers asked.

“Huh?”

“You seem to be limping or something. I thought maybe you had pulled a hamstring.”

“Uh, yeah. It’s not bad, but…yeah…kinda.”

And it continued like that the rest of the day. And it didn’t help that I had to suppress a boner all day as I dwelled on memories of my experience with Officer Cooper—even after I jerked off in the men’s room during my lunch break.

It’s not unusual for me to work up a sweat at work, so when I got home, I chugged a beer and hit the shower. I threw on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt, popped a TV dinner into the microwave, and sat down on the sofa to watch a movie. No porn that night. I didn’t think my dick could take it.

Several days passed, and with each one I hoped that Officer Cooper would show up again at my doorstep, but he did not. Finally, in desperation, I called the station and asked to speak to him. “Officer Cooper is on vacation,” said the voice at the other end of the phone. “Is there someone else you’d like to speak to? May I ask what this is about? May I take a message?”

I left my name and said that I could call back. “You said he’ll be back in a week?”

Every day that week was torture. I couldn’t wait to see the stud again.

With the week expired, it was now Monday morning. I resolved to call again after work, but the doorbell rang that morning as I was getting ready to leave for work. Please let it be him. In fact, when I threw open the door, I was confronted with the stature of a different cop, not him. This one was about the same height and build as my cop, but in every other way he was the opposite: blond hair, blue eyes, fair complexion.

“Mr. Lawson?”

“Yes.”

“You asked to see me?”

“Uh, no. I asked for Officer Cooper.”

“I’m Officer Cooper,” he said, pointing to the name sewn above his pocket.

“Oh, I didn’t realize there were two of you. I wanted to speak to the other Officer Cooper.”

“There’s only one Officer Cooper in our department,” he replied, “and that’s me.” Seeing the stunned expression on my face, he asked, “Would you like to tell me what this is really all about?”

If this was the one and only Officer Cooper, who was the uniformed man who had completely redefined sex for me? Was he an imposter? Had he borrowed the real Officer Cooper’s uniform while he was away on vacation? It looks like I’ll never know the answers to these questions. All I know is that I will never forget that mystery man in the blue uniform.

[The end]